He was still sitting on the floor, and tilted his head back to look at her.

It gave Mellie a new and strangely tantalizing view of his face, and her breath hitched in her chest as her gaze landed on and clung to his lips.

Delano had a mouth made for kissing—truly he did. It was full lipped but eminently masculine at the same time, with a natural upturn at the corners that took it from attractive into the “sinful” category.

The temptation to bend and put her mouth on his was almost overwhelming, and when the tip of his tongue slipped out to dampen his lower lip, a shudder of desire heated Mellie’s skin.

No. No. No.

This wouldn’t do, at all!

She spun on her heel and, in her haste, wobbled. Delano grabbed her leg, high up on her thigh, apparently trying to stabilize her balance. But what he did, instead, was make her gasp at the strength of his grip and the warmth of his palm evident through her scrubs.